Forbidden (#1)✔️

fourteen

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Okay so this is going to be a longer chapter than the rest because Blaire and Jax share some things about their past.

I had the weirdest dream last night that the police came to my house and arrested me for writing such a shit book lmaooo.

-ALSO THIS CHAPTER HAS SOME MORE ITALIAN-

toodles. x

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The next day, I woke up (I didn't have that same dream this time, something is different) and changed Jax's bandage. We still haven't spoken to each other then when I ask him little words like...'does this hurt'. 'do you need a piss'.

But when I say those to him, he frowns, glares at me and smirks all at once. I think it's one of his new faces.

I have had enough of all of his different faces, thank god we are only stuck together for 2 more days. It's coming to an end. 

I leave Jax in the bathroom to do his business and he ask for his pain meds which he moved to his bedside table.

Rummaging inside I find a key...Is this the key to my room.

OMG if I steal this key, I can leave whenever I want. Leave this shit hole and bring mom and Lili with me. Holy shit.

Before he comes out I slip the key inside my bag, so it's hidden.

Quickly finding his pain meds I meet him in the bathroom. Still no words are spoken.

It's getting boring now.

I walk back over to the sofa and he goes back on the bed.

"Love, could you get me a T-shirt?" He asks not making eye contact and messing with the TV.

"Oh so now your fuckin talking to me huh?" I say sarcastically and now he looks at me (mental eye roll).

"Can you just get me a fuckin shirt." He shouts, pointing at his closet. I think that is the first time I heard him swear AT ME.

"YOU DON'T NEED TO FUCKIN SHOUT!!!!!!!!!" I scream, like seriously this man has Bipolar I fuckin swear.

I have no idea why but the odd couple of tears are falling out my eyes. As if I am crying over this asshole. All he did was shout at me...why does that make me cry?

I leave him sat there on his bed staring at me wide eyed and I storm into the closet and pull out the closest shirt I could find.

I walk back inside and throw it at his face.

He looks pissed at me. 

WELL I TOO AM PISSED AT YOU! 

I think he noticed a few tears slip

"Love, I'm sorry." He mumbles probably hoping I didn't hear him. I did.

"Okay." I reply back messing with my phone. I can feel his ice blue eyes glaring into my cheek, that is no longer bruised. Thank God.

"Do you want to race?" He asks with pleading eyes, throwing the spare controller on the bed.

I turn my head towards him and I can't lie a small smile creeps on my lips and I instantly relax at his change of attitude.